Thursday, March 29, 2012

Capture (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google. I own nothing.


“Don’t let them capture you!” The old woman held him fast, her wrinkled face scrunched up in a web of confusion, her dark eyes piercing.

The man hesitated, torn between shaking off her grasp and then between running into the open or out into the shelter to hide. “The best intentions are merely that, dear lady.” He murmured, reaching to pry the gnarled fingers off from his sleeve.

The grip tightened even more if that was possible and the dark eyes glittered with a sudden fire that he hadn’t seen there before.

“Good intentions can lead to good plans.” She warbled. “Don’t let them capture you.” She winked. “I can’t come save you, if they do.”

The sound of armor clanking and feet running caused her to jump and release her grip on the captive man.

 He gave a jerky bow and bolted for the shadowy doorway at the corner of the brick archway. She sighed and watched him go. That was another one.

Another one lost for the cause.

(c) Sara Harricharan
 A/N: Not a clue where this was going, just the idea of a wise old woman saving a potential hero from disaster. :) 


Anonymous said...

I like this! Good descriptions.
I want to know more.